High Lord Of Summer Court นิยาย & เรื่องราว

All of them spoke simultaneously, refusing to let her downplay the pain she experienced. Tuk! Julian fell into despair. ‘What… what… what…’ His eyes shifted among them with a disbelieving complexion. Your Highness Nathan, the dragon lord. Your Highness Ali, the wingsman lord. Your Highness Ibrahim, the lion lord. Your Highness Juviana, the lord of the central kingdom. Your Highness Miley, the lord of the left kingdom. And most importantly… Your Highness Shadow, the guardian of the three worlds.

“But yes. That’s your objective. When you kill him… you’ll be granted one wish.” “A wish?” I repeated, my chest tightening. “Yes. Any wish you desire.” My anger flickered into something else — hope, maybe. A small, dangerous spark of it. “Any wish at all?” I asked. “Any wish at all.” I swallowed hard. “What’s the plan? How do I get to him?” “The king lives far north, atop the mountain of Valengrad. That’s where his castle stands. Beware — reaching him won’t be easy. Killing him will be even harder. But it’s the only way your wish will be granted.”

Below, the crimson river that carved through the mountain valley shimmered like wine under moonlight. He didn't turn when the chamber doors groaned open. "You summoned me, Father," he said evenly. "We summoned you," came the cool, sharp voice of Lady Virella, one of the Seven. Luscius turned. The entire High Council was present. Seven lords and ladies, each older than memory, seated around the obsidian table like gods passing judgment. And at the head sat Lord Theron Vesper, his father, face carved from stone, eyes like twin voids.

Soniva Castle, Summer Court Capital, Faerie Fawn I tried not to think about Cassia, implying that she and Fallon were together yesterday. Surely he wouldn't have been with her and then come to me to do what we did. I had to admit, though, that I didn't really know the Summer King and kings have been notorious for infidelity and the like throughout history. It could be the same in Faerie. I was brooding on this when Fallon sat down next to me. So he startled me.

One by one, the elite of the Sanguine Court turned their pale faces toward the staircase. They didn't recognize the stunning woman in the crimson gown or the massive, terrifying man in the black suit. But their ancient instincts screamed at them. The couple didn't smell like vampires, and they certainly didn't smell like mortal thralls. They smelled like the raw, chaotic power of an untamed star and the absolute, freezing void of the deep woods. At the far end of the ballroom, sitting upon a throne of polished bone and dark glass, the High Lord of the Sanguine Court slowly stood up. He was a towering, ancient entity, his eyes entirely black, devoid of sclera or iris.

And with that blue marble, Sirius will gonna see himself like a puppy, following the human around. The grand council ended with a high note of the things each of them shall watch while governing their area of accountabilities. With one ancient spell spoken by four gods combined, the hall lighted up along with the disappearance of Daeira and Leera's bodies along with their respective kings. **************************************************************************** Sirius had the look of everlasting boredom on his face as he went to sit on his throne. "You're back, milord?" Asked Kohei, a black-winged creature serving the prince of the death.

His voice was smooth, dark, and low, echoing softly in the small room. I sat up straight, my chains rattling loudly on the stone floor. I glared at him with cold, hard eyes. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice firm despite the heavy iron locked around my arms. "My name is Lord Julian," the male said, taking a step closer to the iron bars. "I am the head of the High Council's secret court. And I am the one who sent the fleet to fetch you." "You came to take a prisoner," I spat back. "You destroyed my home."

I pressed a hand to my aching chest as the taste of blood rose up out of my lungs. With my bonded tree's trunk cut through and its roots torn, my life was draining away with the sap, past any hope of stopping. I looked well enough. Inside, every organ was failing by degrees. I crouched down and wiped the blood off the tiles a little at a time. My brother Karl came in carrying two rolls of fine hides and laid them carefully into the chest. He didn't so much as glance at me. He smiled at Wendy instead. "Lord Sorin is the commander of the Royal Court. When our sister marries into it, her dowry cannot look inferior to those of the pureblood nobles."

THE GRAND HIGH COURT OF RAVENSHADOW FORTRESS, URAI. GRAND LORD VLADYA The court had large walls, decorated with fancy paintings, fine carpets, needlework, and detailed fabric designs. Two raised platforms stood out. The first held three big chairs with fancy gold designs. Behind it, a second platform rose even higher, holding a bigger and more decorated throne. Sitting on the three big chairs were Grand Lord Ottai, Grand Lord Vladya, and Grand Lord Zaiper. The single throne behind them, which belonged to Grand King Daemonikai, was empty.

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.